All language subtitles for Star Trek The Original Series [1x27] - Errand Of Mercy

Captain, we've reached
the designated position

for scanning
the coded directive.

Good.

We've both
guessed right.

Negotiations with
the Klingon Empire

are on the verge
of breaking down.

Starfleet Command anticipates
a surprise attack.

We are to proceed
to Organia

and take whatever
steps are necessary

to prevent
the Klingons

from using it
as a base.

Strategically sound.

Organia is the only
Class-M planet

in the disputed area,

ideally located
for use by either side.

Organia's description,
Mr. Spock.

Inhabited
by humanoids,

a very peaceful,
friendly people

living on
a primitive level.

Little of
intrinsic value.

Approximately
Class, D-minus

on Richter's scale
of cultures.

Another Armenia, Belgium.

Sir?

The weak innocents.

They're always located on
the natural invasion routes.

The automatic deflector
screen just popped on.

Body approaching.

Configurations.

Phaser banks. Lock on.
Return fire.

Maintain firing range.

100% dispersal pattern.

We've hit him, Captain.
He's hurt.

Damage control, report
to the first officer.

Captain, the other ship
doesn't register.

Only drifting debris.

We got him.

All hands,
maintain general alert.

Hold battle stations.

Damage report, Mr. Spock.

Minor, Captain.
We were most fortunate.

Blast damage
in decks 10 and 11 .

Minor buckling in the antimatter pods.
Casualties light.

Maintain surveillance,
Mr. Sulu.

No contact. He blew up.

We've been anticipating
an attack.

What we've just experienced
very nearly qualifies.

Yes. It would seem to be
an unfriendly act.

Automatic all-points relay

from Starfleet Command,
Captain. Code 1.

Well, there it is--

war.

We didn't want it,
but we've got it.

Curious how often you humans

manage to obtain that
which you do not want.

We've still got
a job to do--

denying Organia
to the Klingons.

With the outbreak
of hostilities,

that might not be easy.

Lay in a course for
Organia, Mr. Sulu.

Aye, aye, sir.

Negotiating
with the organians

will be time-consuming,
Captain.

Time's one thing
we'll have the least of.

We won't get it
by talking about it.

The trigger's
been pulled.

We have to get there
before the hammer falls.

Ahead warp factor 7.

Space--
the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission --

to explore
strange new worlds...

to seek out new life
and new civilizations...

to boldly go where
no man has gone before.

Captain 's Log. :
star date 3198.4.

We have reached Organia

and established
standard orbit.

No signs of hostile
activities in this area.

Captain...

Unit X-Y 75847 report a fleet
of Klingon ships

in their sector, sir.

What bearing?

Unable to ascertain, sir.

Mr. Sulu,
have the phaser crews

stand by their positions.

Full power deflector screens.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Spock and I

are going
to the planet's surface.

You will be in command.

Your responsibility
is to the Enterprise, not to us.

The Klingon fleet's
in this quadrant.

We know that Organia
will be a target.

If they should emerge --

We'll handle them, sir.

You will evaluate
the situation.

If there's
a fleet of them,

you'll get out of here.

But, Captain --

No buts.

You'll get to safety
and alert the fleet.

You will not attack alone.

Mr. Spock and I
will be all right.

Mr. Spock,
let's you and I

pay the Organians
a visit.

You'd think they had people
beaming down every day.

Yes. Curious lack of interest.

Notice the ruins in
the distance, Captain.

Quite large.

Yes. A fortress, perhaps.
A castle.

Whatever it is,
it would seem to be inconsistent

with the reports
we've been given on this culture.

Welcome.

Reception committee?

Seems so.

You are our visitors.
Welcome. Welcome.

I am Ayelborne.

I am Captain James T. Kirk
of the starship Enterprise,

representing the United
Federation of Planets.

This is my first officer
Mr. Spock.

You're most welcome,
my friend.

I would like to speak
to someone in authority.

We...we don't have
anybody in authority,

but I am the Chairman
of the Council of Elders.

Perhaps I would do.

You people are in danger.

Is there someplace
we can talk?

Oh, yes. Our council chambers
are nearby. Please.

Captain, if you don't mind,

I should like to wander
about the village

and make some studies.

Of course, my friend.
Our village is yours.

Captain.

Gentlemen,
my government has informed me

that the Klingons are expected
to move against your planet

with the objective of making it
a base of operation

against the Federation.

My mission, frankly, is...

to keep them
from doing it.

What you're saying is that
we seem to have a choice

between dealing with you
or your enemies.

No, sir. With the Federation,
you have a choice.

You have none
with the Klingons.

The Klingons are
a military dictatorship.

War is their way of life.

Life under the Klingon rule
would be very unpleasant.

We offer you protection.

We thank you for your
altruistic offer, Captain,

but we really do not
need your protection.

We are a simple people.

We have nothing
that anybody could want.

You have this planet
and its strategic location.

I assure you that if you don't take
action to prevent it,

the Klingons will
move against you

as surely
as your sun rises.

We will help you build defenses,
build facilities.

We have no defenses,
Captain, nor are any needed.

Gentlemen...

I have seen
what the Klingons do

to planets like yours.

They are organized into
vast slave labor camps.

No freedoms whatsoever.

Your goods
will be confiscated.

Hostages taken, killed.

Your leaders confined.

Be far better off
on a penal planet.

Infinitely better off.

Captain, we see that
your concern is genuine.

We are moved.

But again we assure you
we are in absolutely no danger.

If anybody's in danger,
you are.

That concerns us greatly.

It would be better

if you returned
to your ship right away.

You keep insisting
there's no danger.

I keep assuring you
there is.

It is our way of life,
Captain.

That's the first thing
that would be lost!

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I'm a soldier,
not a diplomat.

I can only tell you
the truth.

If you'll excuse us,
we will discuss your kind offer.

Yes, certainly.

Captain, our information
on these people and their culture

is not correct.

This is not
a primitive society

making progress
toward mechanization.

They are
totally stagnant.

There is no evidence
of any progress

as far back as my
tricorder can register.

That doesn't seem likely.

Nevertheless, it is true.

For tens of thousands of years,

there has been absolutely
no advancement,

no significant change
in their physical environment.

This is a laboratory specimen
of an arrested culture.

Thank you, Mr. Spock.
that might be useful.

We have discussed
your offer, Captain.

Our opinion is unchanged.

We are in no danger.

Thank you for your kind offer
of assistance,

although we must
decline it,

and we strongly recommend
that you leave Organia

before you yourselves
are endangered.

Gentlemen,
I must get you to reconsider.

We can be of immense
help to you.

In addition
to military aid,

we can send you specialists,
technicians.

We can show you how to feed
a thousand people

where one
was fed before.

We can help you build schools,
educate the young

in the latest
scientific skills.

Your public facilities
are almost nonexistent.

We can help you
remake your world,

end disease,
hunger, hardship.

And all we ask in return

is that
you let us help you.

Now.

Captain, I can see
that you do not understand us.

[Communicator Beeps]

Excuse me, sir.
Kirk here.

A large number of Klingon vessels
have just arrived.

Nobody fire.

[Kirk] Positive identification.

My screens are up.

I can't drop them
to beam you aboard.

Mr. Sulu,
follow your orders.

Get out of here.
Contact the fleet.

Return if the odds are more equal.
Kirk out.

You insisted there
was no danger--

That is correct, Captain.
There is no danger.

Eight space vehicles have assumed orbit
around our planet.

They are activating their material
transmission units.

Thank you, Trefayne.

Can you verify that?

Negative, Captain, but it seems
a logical development.

Since it is too late
for you to escape,

perhaps we should
be protecting you.

If you had
listened to me --

We must be sure
you are not harmed.

Ayelborne,
several hundred men

have appeared
near the citadel.

They bring many weapons.

How does he know that?

Oh, our friend Trefayne
is really quite intuitive.

Rest assured that what he says
is absolutely correct.

So, we're stranded here

in the middle of a Klingon
occupation army.

So it would seem.

Not a very
pleasant prospect.

You have a gift for understatement,
Mr. Spock.

It's not a very
pleasant prospect at all.

Captain 's Log. :
star date 3201.7.

Mr. Spock and I are trapped
on the planet Organia,

which is in the process
of being occupied

by the forces
of the Klingon Empire.

The Organians have provided us
with native clothing

in the hopes we may be taken
for Organians.

Captain,
our phasers are gone.

Did you take them?

Yes, Captain. I took them.

I must ask you
to return them.

I cannot do that.

You might be tempted
to use violence,

and that we cannot permit.

You, Captain, will pass
as an Organian,

and Mr. Spock...

Mr. Spock
presents a problem.

He doesn't look
like an Organian.

A Vulcan trader perhaps.

A dealer in kevoss
and trilium.

Harmless to the Klingons.

They know that Vulcan is
a Federation member.

Vulcan merchants are
not uncommon, Captain.

It is a practical approach.

What about
the rest of you?

We shall continue
as before.

We have nothing to fear.

You have a lot
to learn, sir.

And if I know
the Klingons,

you'll be learning it
the hard way.

This is
the ruling council?

I am Ayelborne, temporary head
of the council.

I bid you welcome.

No doubt you do.

I am Kor,
military governor of Organia.

Who are you?

He is Barona,
one of our leading citizens.

And he has no tongue?

I have a tongue.

Good.

You will be taught
how to use it.

Where is your smile?

My what?

The stupid, idiotic smile everyone else
seems to be wearing.

A Vulcan.

Do you also
have a tongue?

I am Spock, a dealer
in kevoss and trilium.

You do not look
like a storekeeper.

Take this man.

Vulcans are members
of the Federation.

He may be a spy.

He's no spy.

Well...have we
a ram among the sheep?

You object to us
taking him?

He's done nothing.
Nothing at all.

Coming from an Organian,

yours is practically
an act of rebellion.

Very good.

So you welcome me.

Do you also welcome me?

You're here.
There's nothing I can do about it.

Good honest hatred.

Very refreshing.

However, it makes no difference

whether
you welcome me or not.

I am here
and will stay.

You are now subjects
of the Klingon Empire.

You'll find there are
many rules and regulations.

They will be posted.

Violation
of the smallest of them

will be punished
by death.

We shall obey
your regulations, Commander.

You disapprove, Barona.

You need my approval?

I need your obedience.

Nothing more.

Will I have it?

You seem to be in command.

Yes.

I am.

I shall need a representative
from among you.

Liaison between
the forces of the occupation

and the civil population.

Smile and smile.

I don't trust men
who smile too much.

You, Barona,
you're the man.

Me? I don't want the job.

Have I asked whether
or not you want it?

We Klingons have a reputation
for ruthlessness.

You will find
that it is deserved.

Should one Klingon
soldier be killed,

a thousand Organians
will die.

I will have order.
Is that clear?

Commander, I assure you,

our people want
nothing but peace.

We shall cause you
no trouble.

I'm sure you will not.

Take the Vulcan
to the examination room.

You, come with me.

I will familiarize you
with your new duties.

What about Mr. Spock?

You are concerned.

He is my friend.

You have a poor choice
of friends.

He will be examined.

If he is lying,
he will die.

If he is telling
the truth...

he will find that business
has taken a turn for the worse.

Take him.

You do not like
to be pushed.

Very good.

You may be a man
I can deal with, Barona.

Come with me.

"From this day on,

no public assemblages
of more than three people.

All publications to be cleared
through this office."

Neighborhood controls
will be established,

hostages selected...

a somewhat lengthy list of crimes
against the state.

You do not like them?

Well?

He is what he claims to be,
commander--

a Vulcanian merchant
named Spock.

His main concern
seems to be

how he would carry
out his business

under our occupation.

Nothing else?

The usual --

a certain amount of apprehension
regarding us.

His mind is remarkably
disciplined.

You are sure?

I used force 4...

which is sufficient to break down
any pretense.

Very well, Lieutenant.

Would you like to try our little
truth finder?

I don't understand it.

It's a mind-sifter...

or mind ripper,

depending on
how much force is used.

We can record
every thought...

every bit of knowledge
in a man's mind.

Of course, when
that much force is used,

the mind is emptied...

permanently, I'm afraid.

What's left is more vegetable
than human.

And you're proud of it.

It is a tool...

a weapon.

Somewhat drastic,
but very efficient.

Are you sure
you're all right?

Perfectly, Barona.

But it was
an interesting experience.

All right, Vulcan,
you may go.

But you are
an enemy alien.

You will be under our scrutiny
at all times.

If I have to warn you...

Not necessary, Commander.

I understand you...

Very well.

Return to your council,
Barona.

You will receive our
official notifications

as soon as they
are published.

In the meantime...

keep the people in order.

It is your responsibility.

Or I will be killed.

That is exactly right.

You will be killed.

That mind-sifter can't be
all the terror they think it is.

It should not be
under estimated.

It reaches directly
into the mind.

We Vulcans have
certain mental --

certain disciplines which enable me
to maintain a shield.

Without those disciplines,
there would be no protection.

I'll try and avoid it.

Out of the way, Organian.

I'm sorry, sir.
We did not notice you.

Next time,
keep your eyes open,

or I'll shut them
permanently.

Captain, I strongly suggest

we direct our energies
toward the immediate problem --

accomplishing
our mission here.

Did you really think
I'd beat his head in?

I thought you might.

You're right.

But we still have a job to do.

We'll receive no help
from the Organians.

Eventually,
they'll start resenting

how the Klingons
run things.

If we could prove
to them...

they could strike back

to keep the Klingons
off balance.

Verbal persuasion
seems to be ineffective.

Perhaps a more
direct approach.

That's exactly
what I had in mind.

Didn't I see something

that looked like
a munitions dump

outside of Kor's headquarters?

You did.

I think it's time

we did a little simple
and plain communicating. Tonight.

A very meritorious idea,
Captain.

We're short of tools.

I'm certain the Klingons
will provide whatever is necessary.

It's a pleasure doing business
with you, Mr. Spock.

O.K. so far.

Sonic grenade.

With a delayed-action fuse.

Good.

These crates contain
chemical explosives.

They should make
a most satisfactory display.

6...5...4...3...

[Explosion]

You were right, Mr. Spock.

A most satisfactory
display.

Of course we blew it up.
Deliberately.

But that was violence.

You can fight back.

Instead of sheep,
you can be wolves.

Terrible...to destroy.

History is full of examples
of civil populations

fighting back
successfully

against a military
dictatorship.

We may not destroy
the Klingons,

but we can blow up
their installations,

disrupt their
communications,

make Organia
useless to them.

Our fleet
will eventually arrive.

Meanwhile,
the battle is ours.

It can be a successful one.

Captain, I implore you

never to do
such a thing again.

Why?

Are you afraid
of retribution?

Does your personal freedom
mean nothing to you?

How little you understand us,
Captain.

I understand you don't
have the backbone to fight

and protect
your loved ones.

You speak of courage,
gentlemen.

Does courage
mean so little to you?

[Footsteps]

You speak of courage.

Obviously you don't know
the difference

between courage

and fool hardiness.

Always it is the brave ones
who die.

The soldiers.

I hope you will
continue to savor

the sweetness
of your life.

You disgust me.

What'll you do with him,
Commander?

What is always done
with spies and saboteurs.

He will be killed

after he has had
first-hand experience

of our mind scanner.

There's no need to use
your machine, commander.

I'll tell you his name.

It is Captain James T. Kirk.

Ayelborne.

What?

Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise.

A starship commander.

And his first officer?

Hmm.

I had hoped to meet you
in battle, but...

For some reason, he feels
he must destroy you,

Just as you feel
you must destroy him.

That's going to be
rather difficult now.

Isn't it, Captain?

What an admirable people.

Do you always
betray your friends?

I didn't want you
to harm him.

I'm sorry, Captain.
It was for the best.

No harm will come of it.

I'm used to
the idea of dying,

but I have
no desire to die

for the likes of you.

I don't blame you, Captain.

Lock up the Vulcan.

Take the Captain
to my office.

We'll have a talk

before I do what...

must be done.

Have a drink with me,
Captain?

No, thank you.

I assure you,
it isn't drugged.

With our mind scanner,

we have no need
for such crude methods.

What do you want from me?

Oh, a very great deal,

but first
I want to talk.

Just talk.

You think
I'm going to sit here

and just talk
with the enemy?

You'll talk.

Either here, now,
voluntarily,

or under
our mind scanner.

The fact is, Captain,

I have a great admiration
for your starfleet.

A remarkable instrument.

and I must confess

to a certain admiration
for you.

I know, of course,
that it was you

who destroyed
our supplies last night.

Something was destroyed?

Nothing inconsequential,
I hope.

[Chuckling] Hardly.

They were
quite important to us,

but they can be
replaced.

You of the Federation,

you are much like us.

We're nothing like you.

We're a democratic body.

Come now. I'm not referring
to minor ideological differences.

I mean that we are
similar as a species.

Here we are
on a planet of sheep,

two tigers,

predators, hunters...

killers,

and it is precisely that
which makes us great.

And there's a universe
to be taken.

It's a very large
universe, Commander,

full of people who
don't like the Klingons.

Excellent.

Then it shall be a matter

of testing
each other's wills.

Of power.

Survival must be earned,
Captain.

Tell me about the dispersal
of your starfleet.

Go climb a tree.

Hmm. I can get what I want

through our mind scanner,

but there would be
very little

of your mind left,
Captain.

I have no desire

to see you become
a vegetable.

This friend of yours,
the Vulcan.

He seems to have
the ability

to block our scanner.

I think perhaps
I will find out why.

I will have him dissected.

Your friend killed.

You a mental vegetable.

Not a pleasant
prospect, Captain,

but it lies ahead for you

unless you tell me
everything I want to know.

12 hours, Captain.

It will take a lot longer than that,
commander.

Longer than that
I will not wait.

I respect you,
Captain, but...

this is war,

a game we Klingons
play to win.

Take him to the cell
with his friend.

And watch him closely.

It's no use, Jim.

There's no way out.

How much of the 12 hours
do we have left?

6 hours, 43 minutes,

if the Klingons
are punctual.

We can count on them
being punctual.

Blowing that munitions dump
wasn't enough.

We get out of here,

we've got to carry
the attack directly to Kor.

These Organians...

they do not seem
to understand.

Most peculiar.

Nevertheless,
our orders still stand.

We've got to make
some attempt

to neutralize
the Klingon occupation.

We may not get
the chance, Captain.

These walls
are very thick.

And there are guards every few feet
down the hall.

[Banging]

Oh, there you are,
gentlemen.

I trust you're
in good health?

Shall we go?

Go?

Your captors plan
to do violence to you.

That we cannot permit.

I came to take you away.

You turned us
over to them.

You expect us
to trust you now?

Is there really
a choice, Captain?

I offer you safety.

This is the first place
they'll look.

They will not come here,
Captain.

You turn us in,
then get us out.

Are you waiting
for a reward

so you can
turn us in again?

How little you understand us,
Captain.

Nor do we understand
what happened to the guards.

Do not concern
yourself about them.

What happened to them?

Why, nothing happened
to them, Captain.

Nothing at all.

Commander!

Don't you see I'm busy?

The two Federation prisoners--
they're gone.

You mean they've escaped?

No one was at fault.

10 guards were
constantly on duty

watching the cell.

When they opened it
to give them food,

they simply weren't there.

There was no way out.

If you're lying to me...

I swear!

All right, Lieutenant.

Implement Special Occupation Order
Number Four.

Immediately!

Sir!

That's all
you can do, smile?

You are free, Captain.

I want to know
how I'm free and why.

There are questions I'd like
to ask as well.

This idiotic
placidity of yours,

your refusal to do anything
to protect your selves...

We have already
answered that question.

To us, violence is unthinkable.

Attention.

Attention all Organians.
Attention.

This is Commander Kor.

The two Federation
prisoners have escaped,

obviously with outside aid.

They will be returned
immediately.

So that you will know
we mean what we say...

listen.

[Phaser]

Those are Klingon phasers.

Take the door.
Get down, gentlemen.

In the courtyard
of my headquarters...

200 Organians
have just been killed.

200 of them.

In 2 hours,
200 more will die

and 200 more after that

until the two
Federation spies

are turned over to us.

This is the order of Kor.

Did you hear them?

Yes, of course, Captain.

But nothing has changed.

Well, Mr. Spock...

It seems
it's up to you and me.

It would appear so,
Captain.

The Federation has invested
much money in our training.

They're due
for a small return.

We have two hours
with which to do it in.

Only two.
More Organians will die.

No more will die
on account of us.

Where are those phasers?

I can't tell you.

You've told us
you hate violence.

Unless you tell me
where those phasers are,

you'll have more violence

than you know
what to do with.

You mean you would
actually use force?

It's entirely up to you.

Ayelborne, perhaps you'd better
let him have what he wants.

Very well.
But it will do you no good.

They're in that cabinet.

Gentlemen, I have
no great love for you,

your planet,

your culture.

Despite that,

Mr. Spock and I
are going to go out there

and quite probably die

in an attempt to show you

that there are some things
worth dying for.

There are only two of you
against an army.

Don't you realize

that what you intend to do
will be hopeless?

Come on, Mr. Spock,
let's get out of here.

Brave men.

Yes, but so foolish.

Interesting, however.

Of course we cannot allow it.

To stop them is very bad.

If it's necessary,
they may harm one another.

Trefayne.

They will wait
until darkness.

And then?

Terrible, inconceivable, savage.

[Sighs]

We will wait.

[Dog Barking]

Mr. Spock,
can we get those two guards?

What are the odds
on our getting out of here?

Difficult to be precise, Captain.

I should say approximately
7,824.7-to-1.

Difficult to be precise?

7,824-to-1?

7,824.7-to-1.

That's a pretty close
approximation.

I endeavor
to be accurate.

You do quite well.

Set your phaser on stun.

We're after the top dog,

not the members
of the pack.

Very good.

But if the situation
calls for it, we kill.

Clear, Captain.

I'll take the one
on the left.

Fire.

It has begun.

Very well.

It will be hard.

Prepare yourselves.

No results, Commander.

Nothing?

I cannot understand
these people.

They know what death is,
don't they?

They do not seem to be worried
about anything.

Bad enough to be
a military governor.

But to govern
a population of sheep?

Very well, Lieutenant,
round up 200 more.

Yes, sir.

Fools! Will I have to kill them all?

If you don't tell me
what I want to know,

I'll kill you here and now,
is that clear?

Yes, that's clear.

Is Kor's office down there?

Yes.

What about the hostages?

Talk.

Talk.

I am to gather 200 more.

To be killed?

Yes.

Mr. Spock.

Uh!

Well, what are the odds now?

Less than 7,000-to-1,
Captain.

It's remarkable
we've gotten this far.

Less than 7,000-to-1 .

Well...getting better.
Getting better.

Just stay where you are,
Commander.

You have done well to get this far
through my guards.

I believe you'll find
that several of them

are no longer in perfect
operating condition.

So...

you are here.

You will be interested
in knowing

that a Federation fleet
is on its way here

at the moment.

Our fleet is preparing
to meet them.

Checkmate, commander.

Shall we wait and see
the results

before you, uh...
kill me?

I don't intend to kill you
unless I have to.

Ah, sentimentality...

mercy...

the emotions of peace...

your weakness,
Captain Kirk.

The Klingon Empire shall win.

Think of it,

as we sit here,
in space above us,

the destiny of the galaxy
will be decided

for the next 10,000 years.

Can I offer you a drink?

We can toast the victory
of the Klingon fleet.

You may be premature.

There are many possibilities.

Today we conquer.

Though if some day
we are defeated,

well, war has its fortunes

good and bad.

Do you know why
we are so strong?

Because we are a unit.

Each of us is part
of the greater whole,

always under surveillance.

Even a commander like myself.

Always under surveillance,
Captain.

If you will note.

Come on, Spock! Back!

Shoot! Shoot!

Oh!

Aah!

Oh!

- Aah!
- Aah!

What is it, Spock?

Inexplicable, Captain.
Extreme heat.

The weapons
and the bodies.

Aah!

We are terribly sorry

to be forced to interfere,
gentlemen,

but we cannot permit you
to harm yourselves.

What are you talking about?

We have put a stop
to your violence.

You...are stopping this?
You?

All instruments of violence
on this planet

now radiate a temperature
of 350 degrees.

They are inoperative.

My fleet!

The same conditions exist
on both the starfleets.

There will be no battle.

Ridiculous!

I suggest you
contact them.

You, too, Captain.

Your ship is now within range
of your communications device.

Kirk to Enterprise.
Come in.

Captain...

I--I can't explain it.

We were just closing in
on the Klingon fleet

when every control
on our ship

became too hot
to handle.

Our power is gone.

Our phaser banks are dead.

Stand by, Sulu.

My fleet...

it's helpless.

What have you done?

As I stand here,

I also stand upon

the home planet
of the Klingon Empire

and the home planet
of your Federation, Captain.

I'm putting a stop
to this insane war.

You're what?

You're talking nonsense.

It is being done.

You can�t just
stop the fleet.

What gives you the right?

You can't interfere.

What happens in space
is not your business.

Unless both sides agree

to an immediate cessation
of hostilities,

all your armed forces,
wherever they may be,

will be immediately
immobilized.

We have legitimate grievances against
the Klingons.

They've invaded our territory,
killed our citizens.

They're openly aggressive.

They've boasted

that they'll take over half
the galaxy.

Why not?
We're the stronger!

You've hemmed us in!
You've asked for war!

You issued the ultimatum

to withdraw from
the disputed areas!

They're not disputed!
They're clearly ours.

And now you step in
with some kind of trick.

It is no trick, Commander.

We have simply
put an end to your war.

All your military forces,
wherever they are,

are now completely
paralyzed.

We find interference in other people's
affairs...

most disgusting,

But you gentlemen have
given us no choice.

You should be on our side.

200 hostages killed.

No one has been killed, Captain.

No one has died here
in uncounted thousands of years.

You are liars.

You are meddling in things

that are none
of your business.

Even if you have some...

power that we don't
understand...

you have no right to dictate
to our Federation --

Or our empire!

How to handle

our interstellar relations!

We have the right --

To wage war, Captain?

To kill millions
of innocent people?

To destroy life
on a planetary scale?

Is that what
you're defending?

Well, no one wants war...

but there are
proper channels.

People have a right to handle
their own affairs.

Eventually, we will...

Oh, eventually,
you will have peace,

but only after millions
of people have died.

It is true that in the future,

you and the Klingons
will become fast friends.

You will work together.

Never!

Your emotions
are most discordant.

We do not wish
to seem inhospitable,

but, gentlemen,
you must leave.

Yes. Please leave us.

The mere presence
of beings like yourselves

is intensely
painful to us.

What do you mean,

"Beings like yourselves?"

Millions of years ago,
Captain...

we were humanoid,
like yourselves,

but we have developed
beyond the need of physical bodies.

That of us which you see

is mere appearance...

for your sake.

Captain, it's a trick.

We can handle them.
I have an army.

Fascinating.

Pure energy...

pure thought...

totally incorporeal...

not life
as we know it at all.

But what about this planet?

The fields, the buildings,
this citadel?

Conventionalizations,
I should say...

useless to the Organians,

created so that visitors,
such as ourselves,

could have conventional
points of reference.

But is all of this possible?

We have seen it
with our own eyes.

I should say the Organians
are as far above us

on the evolutionary
scale...

as we are above
the amoeba.

Well, Commander,

I guess that takes care
of the war.

Obviously, the Organians
aren't going to let us fight.

A shame, Captain.

It would have been glorious.

You've been most restrained
since we left Organia.

I'm embarrassed.

I was furious
with the Organians

for stopping a war
I didn't want.

We think of ourselves

as the most powerful
beings in the universe.

It's unsettling to discover
that we're wrong.

Captain...

it took millions of years
for the Organians

to evolve into what they are.

Even the gods did not
spring into being overnight.

You and I have no reason
to be embarrassed.

We did, after all,
beat the odds.

Oh, no, no, no,
Mr. Spock,

We didn't beat the odds.
We didn't have a chance.

The Organians raided the game.